SUNSHINE AURA – poetry. short stories. community.

I wander secret gardens at midnight.

Fingers gently caress the roses –

Careful –

Don’t prick the soft flesh on thorns.

Underneath the light of the moon

Shadows take form as corporeal shapes

Figures – both specter and knight.

I wander secret gardens at midnight.

The fog borne of rain that has passed

Lingers in the too-cold air

Above the too-warm ground

Caressing my bare ankles and feet

Like a snake wrapped tight

Around a vine.

I wander secret gardens at midnight.

Undercurrents of fear mixed with curiosity

Nudges me along the path

Checking every bush and flowerbed

For something magical.

Or someone who doesn’t belong.

Oh – what a thrill.

I wander secret gardens at midnight.

Is my lover hidden under trees?

Shielded by the cover of night,

Waiting to be plucked from the dark?

As real in the fauna and flora

As he is in my darkest, stormiest nightmares?

Does he wish to remain concealed?

I wander secret gardens at midnight.

Stirred from the deep throes of sleep

Thrashing wildly on a hard mattress

Until my eyes are pried open by fingers

Begging me to see.

Calling me to the place outside my window

Urgent and insistent the time is nigh.

I wander secret gardens at midnight.

Searching, following, losing my head

Until one, blissful night –

Finally, finally, all is revealed.

A dark cloak, scythe high to the sky,

The full moon the last sight accompanying

My last, deep breath.

I wander secret gardens at midnight.

Always wandering.

Never living.

Never leaving.